Chapter 425: Where is Mom?

"Hmm..." Chale Cheney duly responded.

Although Uncle Heath was bothersome, it wouldn't be good if the little fox went hungry.

Chale Cheney took the food from Butler Tomer's hand and fed the little fox bit by bit.

The pure white little fox was newly born, its fur pristine, its eyes innocent, just like a little child.

Chale Cheney looked at it, and it looked back at him.

Riceball cried out in jealousy a couple of times, afraid that it would lose Chale's affection.

It was going to lose favor!

The little fox was obedient and let Chale Cheney feed it willingly.

"Young master, aren't you going to the piano teacher today?" Butler Tomer asked.

"I don't have to, the teacher is sick, so I get a day off."

Chale Cheney squatted down with eyes full of enthusiasm and vigor.

"That's good, you're young and your academics shouldn't be too demanding."

Chale Cheney didn't understand what Butler Tomer was talking about, he just continued to feed the little fox quietly.